61: Chapter 61 Lafite from 1982

Zhao Jian and Zhang Tao agreed to meet at her company the next day for the transaction.

By now, President Li had rented out an entire floor and established an investment company.

Zhang Tao had also gone from being a clerk at Tianxuan Animation to President Li's assistant.

All these purchasing matters were now her responsibility.

This actually saved Zhao Jian a lot of trouble.

He certainly didn't want to haggle with seasoned corporate veterans.

Early the next morning.

Zhao Jian was in no rush to get up.

The appointment was in the morning, as long as he got there before they finished work to complete the transaction.

He could even snag a free meal.

Perfect!

【Today's Intelligence (Red): Room 401, Unit 1, Building A4, Dongfeng Residential Area, Chengxi District was purchased at a low price by a new owner. It is about to be renovated.

The new owner doesn't know that 10 bottles of 1982 Lafite are hidden inside the master bedroom's partition wall. They are currently worth 900,000.】

Lafite? Hidden in a wall for decades.

Can it still be drunk?

Fortunately, it can be sold.

After lingering in bed for half an hour, Zhao Jian finally dragged himself out of the house.

First, he headed to Dongfeng Residential Area.

He had been there before, so he navigated inside with ease.

Building A4 was a bit harder to find than Building B.

He wasn't here to pick up bottles, so he stopped a young woman passing by and asked:

"Excuse me, miss, could you tell me how to get to Building A4?"

The woman looked him over deeply and pointed to the left:

"Go past two buildings, then turn right, and you'll see it."

Zhao Jian thanked her and headed in that direction.

The young woman who gave directions muttered suspiciously behind his back:

"Isn't that the guy who was picking up bottles last time? He's dressed so well. Can you really get rich picking up bottles?"

Zhao Jian pretended not to hear.

He hadn't expected that someone would remember him after only one visit, especially since he had deliberately dressed like a novice scavenger back then.

He was actually remembered and recognized.

It seems that a handsome appearance cannot be hidden by just a few tattered clothes.

Soon, he found his destination.

The old residential area didn't have elevators, and the security door to the stairwell was always open.

There was no need to wait downstairs.

Zhao Jian found 401 and discovered the door was open. Someone was already working inside.

Under the direction of a young man, they were dismantling the furniture and the original renovation.

The sound of the electric saw was very loud.

Conversations could only happen inside one's head.

He shouted a few times, but didn't attract anyone's attention.

Zhao Jian was about to tap the young man on the back to ask if he could sell him the dismantled items.

Under the guise of a scrap collector, he could transport the wine out like an ant moving house.

But the young man spotted him first.

Just then, the electric saw stopped.

He heard the young man say: "Why are you only here now? Hurry up and clean this stuff up, and the bedroom too! Get all the trash cleared out!"

Zhao Jian: "Huh?"

"What are you standing there for! If you slack off again, I'll deduct your pay!"

The young man was very impatient.

He had to pay the trash removal worker he hired 80 yuan a day!

But this worker was late, sluggish, and not diligent in his work at all.

If the project schedule was delayed, he would have to pay more!

Worried about his wallet, he was naturally in a bad mood.

Zhao Jian ignored him.

He quickly processed the information in his mind and realized the guy had mistaken him for the trash removal worker.

Even better.

He saved the money he would have spent buying the trash!

He went back and forth a few times, taking out the light, broken wood and placing it near the trash can.

Creating a bit of cover.

Then he targeted the master bedroom.

While construction was happening outside, he took a hammer and pounded hard against the wall.

Finally, after smashing a section of the wall, a hole appeared.

He pried it open in a few moves.

Inside was a wooden box.

He looked left and right; no one noticed inside the bedroom.

He took the box out.

The wine inside was completely intact, the red liquid in the bottles as vibrant as ever.

He took out one bottle and hid it in his clothes.

Then he placed the box in the corner.

He picked up some construction waste and went downstairs.

After going back and forth ten times, he finally hid all ten bottles of wine near the trash can.

Although occasionally an old lady picking up bottles would rummage nearby.

They wouldn't pick up broken wood or cement slabs.

These things couldn't be sold for money.

The wine was safe hidden inside.

He went back up to bring the box down. By then, the old lady picking up bottles had already left, satisfied with her haul of mineral water bottles.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around,

Zhao Jian quickly packed the wine back into the box.

Then he carried it and left the residential area.

He went home first and placed the wine in the living room.

He realized it was almost noon.

He grabbed the meteorite and hurried out, rushing to Zhang Tao's company.

"Why are you only here now?" Zhang Tao looked him up and down, not out of complaint,

but out of concern.

Zhao Jian didn't answer, just handed over the meteorite and said: "Missed me after just one day? Here, this is that meteorite."

The meteorite wasn't particularly good-looking; Zhang Tao just glanced at it and immediately transferred the money.

Confirming that Zhao Jian had received the money, she said goodbye and turned to walk back to the company.

This wasn't right!

If she left, who would treat him to lunch!

Why did this Good Older Sister seem to have something on her mind?

Zhao Jian whispered behind her: "Aren't we going to have a meal together?"

Zhang Tao looked back and gave a doting smile, considering for a moment before agreeing: "Alright, Sister will treat you to a meal. But I only have half an hour."

Time didn't matter, as long as she paid the bill.

When Zhang Tao came out, Zhao Jian observed her carefully.

Finally, he saw a hint of fatigue between her brows.

But overall, she still seemed full of fighting spirit.

According to his guess, she must have encountered a small setback in the workplace.

It didn't matter.

Even if it didn't matter, he still had to ask.

They sat in a private room at a nearby restaurant, and Zhang Tao ordered the food.

Zhao Jian waited for her to put down the menu and asked:

"Sister Tao, is something on your mind?"

Zhang Tao wasn't usually the type to be coy, so she nodded and said:

"Yeah, recently President Li wants to invite some investment industry celebrities to Xiong City. They are all highly respected seniors, and the information they hold is very authoritative."

"To get the intelligence in their hands, besides having the money, you have to emphasize prestige. President Li specifically requested the most precious red wine, must be the same brand, same vintage, same batch, six bottles."

"But the precious ones are all in the hands of collectors, and most on the market are fake. Where are we supposed to find them?"

"And they have to be the same batch, which is even rarer."

Zhao Jian was overjoyed after hearing this.

He couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Zhang Tao had originally been pouring out her troubles to him, hoping to get some comfort.

As a result, just this?

There was no soft, sweet comfort, only heartless mockery.

This jerk!

She was so angry she took a big bite of the spare ribs.

Treating the pork bone like Zhao Jian as she bit down.

It chipped her tooth; it hurt.

"Slow down, slow down, oh my, no one is fighting you for it." Zhao Jian had just sobered up from the joy of being about to receive another 600,000.

He saw the Good Older Sister holding her cheek, frowning and shedding tears.

He thought to himself: Are these ribs really that good?

At the same time, he handed over a tissue.

Zhang Tao took it resentfully, turning her little face away and pretending to be angry.

Zhao Jian thought she was crying because she was craving them, so he pushed the ribs toward her while recommending his Lafite:

"Good Older Sister~ I have a few bottles of aged Lafite, 1982, could you ask President Li for me?"

With that "Good Older Sister," Zhang Tao's tooth stopped hurting.

Her resentful little gaze was replaced by tenderness.

So much so that it took a moment for her to react:

"What did you say! You have 1982 Lafite?"